// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
She apologizes despite having nothing to apologize for, but when she offers to help him it does spark a glimmer of light in the dark edges of his deep blue gaze. “I’d like that a lot.” He offers her, giving her arm a light squeeze in return. It would be easier to not have to go through it alone, even if it would dampen his mood immensely. The company would be nice.
She takes his admission of his work much better than he expects, remembering when she says it that she was a field medic. And it sparks a low hum of sound from him, a soft fleeting smile. “I was very good at it. But all it takes is one mistake and you end up rolled into a hedge.” He comments with a grimace, a soft sigh. But his gaze snaps to her when she mentions she’s glad he got stuck under a hedge and it brings something softer, lighter to his face.
“Ack, you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He teases her with a soft snort, trying to shove the darker parts of his past back under the rug where he keeps them. The log is within reach now and he lets her go to set the book down on the end, before he sits down and leans back a fraction, peering at the sky. “For everything I gained with Ascending, sometimes I do miss the ability to go and get absolutely hammered.” He hums with a breathy laugh, tilting his head to look back at Isla.
She takes his admission of his work much better than he expects, remembering when she says it that she was a field medic. And it sparks a low hum of sound from him, a soft fleeting smile. “I was very good at it. But all it takes is one mistake and you end up rolled into a hedge.” He comments with a grimace, a soft sigh. But his gaze snaps to her when she mentions she’s glad he got stuck under a hedge and it brings something softer, lighter to his face.
“Ack, you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He teases her with a soft snort, trying to shove the darker parts of his past back under the rug where he keeps them. The log is within reach now and he lets her go to set the book down on the end, before he sits down and leans back a fraction, peering at the sky. “For everything I gained with Ascending, sometimes I do miss the ability to go and get absolutely hammered.” He hums with a breathy laugh, tilting his head to look back at Isla.
VARUS
